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“Summer, be still,” I growled out, “and let me eat this sweet pussy."
CHAPTER 48
Summer
I was going to destroy Saul.
I think I could live with Saul killing my mom, but this—this brokenness of Rook?
Fuck no.
I wasn’t going to allow it.
He might want me to leave, but I would give him one last gift before I did—revenge: Saul’s death.
The bark scratched at the bare skin of my back. The dress I was wearing, so similar to the one she'd been wearing that night. Sleeveless, pinched at the waist, then flowing down the legs.
She'd been so beautiful, I'd been entranced. Wanted to be just like my mom when I grew up.
I looked just like her, so many people told me.
I clutched at my collar, the diamond necklace she’d given me cold in my palm, the edges digging into my skin.
I wore all this for her—a tribute.
Rook and I would both get what we wanted.
The air prickled with heat, and the sound of nocturnal animals, restless in the trees above.
I could smell the salt marshes from here, and I wondered if that was what she'd smelled that night. The windows down, hair whipping across her face, anxious to return home.
And then—the burning. Bright orange flickering light, a stark contrast to the darkness of the night.
She could probably smell burning. Flesh, hair, oil, plastic.
I would never forget her screams that night.
I wanted to hear his own. Begging me for forgiveness.
Not only for what he'd done to my mother, but also my father and Callie. For ripping my family apart.
And for what he'd done to Rook.
He deserved to suffer.
The familiar sound of a performance engine filled the air, and the alert on my phone told me it was time.
"Meet me at the dock at two a.m. sharp.” Words snarled, disdain dripping, arrogant and proud.
After our bath together, where Rook had been so sweet and gentle, he’d immediately fallen asleep, holding me. He’d been completely knocked out—probably from the trauma he’d suffered at the initium.
But not me.
I'd stared at the ceiling, infuriated, images of what had occurred flashing through my mind—the sound of Rook's pained howl echoing. How completely and wholly he’d taken me tonight.
And then, how he’d asked me to leave him. The agony I saw in his eyes when he’d asked it.
And then…a beep in the stark, silent night.
